Chapter 861:
“Grandpa.” Robin’s voice pulled their attention toward him.
Kurt’s face, once alive with smiles, instantly hardened at the sight of his disappointing grandson.
“You’re finally awake, you lazy sloth. The sun’s about to set,” Kurt grumbled, firing off a cold glare.
“It’s not even noon yet! How is the sun setting?” Robin shot back, rolling his eyes.
“Christina’s our guest, and you haven’t even given her a tour. Is this how you treat guests?” Kurt barked with irritation.
Kurt was frustrated. The perfect opportunity had landed in Robin’s lap, yet he hadn’t seized it. Once Christina went back to Dorfield, how was he supposed to stand out among the swarm of suitors? Today, Robin had practically slept the day away. To win over Christina’s heart like this? Dream on.
Kurt let out a long, disappointed sigh.
“I’ll show her around later,” Robin muttered. He stepped closer and shot Christina a probing glance. “Where were you last night?”
“Me?” Christina raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I didn’t go anywhere. I was in my room, sleeping.”
“That’s not possible. I clearly remember seeing you in the hallway last night—and you knocked me out with a karate chop,” Robin said, his brow deeply furrowed.
“You were probably dreaming after all that alcohol. Got your lines between reality and fantasy all tangled up,” Christina replied, cool as ever.
Kurt nodded in agreement. “Exactly! Why would Christina knock you out for no reason? You must’ve been wasted.”
“Well, she doesn’t really have a reason to, that’s true.” Robin scratched his cheek, looking sheepish. He was beginning to question whether his memory was just playing tricks on him.
𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆 Ⳍ𝓪𝗅𝓷𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝓈ꓹ𝚌𝓸𝓂
“Let’s continue, Kurt,” Christina suggested lightly, redirecting the conversation. “Where’s your friend? I haven’t seen her around.”
Robin pressed, unwilling to let it go. “Where is she?”
Christina paused mid-move, then calmly answered, “She went to visit a friend.”
“Oh,” Robin replied in a flat tone, finding no cracks in her demeanor. Still, something about her answer didn’t sit right. The memory of the night before was etched too vividly in his mind—and the dull ache in his neck was no illusion. Could it really have all been a dream?
Unconvinced, Robin made up his mind to check the security footage and get to the bottom of it. As he walked away, Kurt watched his retreating figure, a quiet, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
With her head slightly bowed, Christina let a faint, secretive smile curve her lips, completely invisible to those around her.
Meanwhile, Robin made his way to the surveillance control room, the memory of last night’s return nagging at him as he queued up the footage from those hours.
Strangely, nothing on the videos supported his suspicion—no trace that Christina had ever left her room, and not a single odd frame. He stared at the monitor, frowning in bafflement. Had he only imagined that strange encounter in the hallway? Still, the sensation was vivid. And the ache in his neck lingered. None of it seemed to add up.
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